I feel great
and the universe knows it.
A shock wave has
spread from my feet.

Now all the ghosts
are walking
toward me.

Long lost enemies and
sworn lovers are
swarming me.

Armies of old friends
are rebuilding
the bridges
I burnt.

Absent fathers and
distant relatives
are trying to
look underneath
my skirt.

My repressed memories
surface with
every touch.

The aftermath
is just
too much.

Our post-war love
will never last.

I let go of you
after the blast.